"Cassette Forget"

The idea of finding color, and stifling it is balanced and sane. In the image, the finality and apparent power of black cannot be contained in those neat bands and must be ejected somewhere. That "somewhere" is the virginal white space with childish sprinkles still floating around. Ruination or experience? I think of a black hole that must eventually eject matter at either end because it's rate of intake is greater than its rate of digestion. This was created with markers and gouache. DIMENSIONS: 14" X 11"